The night was so much younger than me. I was sitting in the lobby of the Hotel Ermitage, pretending to read a magazine, when I heard someone pretending to know French. There she was, making a reservation in her own adorable version of the language.

Grammatically correct. No more, no less. The receptionist smiled and answered her back in English. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

Her velvet skin, those eyes of ember. She didn’t notice me at all, but I knew right there and then that It had to be her. If you hear me On The Radio, this song is for you.

Chapter 2 - Vous

You never said the words, but I knew. The end was closer than you. I riffle through my old diary, sipping Merlot behind sunglasses at the Café de Paris. I remember exactly how I felt when I wrote that line. For a moment or too many, I drowned my self in despair. I knew right there and then that the one I loved was about to leave. So many days running on empty, running from my self after that cold Sunday in February.Loved ones they vanish like footprints in snow…It’s so hard to grasp. Here I am sunbathing instead of drowning, feeling alive again for the first time in years. All because of a girl with eyes of ember and a terrible accent. It’s five o’ clock in the afternoon and I know that I can’t have it any other way. It has to be you. I wish I had the courage to tell you how I feel. I open my diary and start writing on a new page. “I think it’s hard, impossible even, to be happy alone” Quoting a French film when she opens the door...

Chapter 3 - C.A.L.L.

My thoughts were so alone, now they've found a home. I think of you. There you are walking through the room like Audrey. White linen tablecloths, black dress and a scent of Caron Poivre. Le café de Paris stops breathing for a while until you find a table. These are the exact words I write down in my diary. This is when I stop describing and start living. I realize that you are looking straight at me. Smiling and everything. I look back. Wishing I was forward. I lower my eyes and when they find the courage once more, the ember moment is gone. You order a double espresso and I am thinking about what to say to you. Neil Strauss has the openers but I´m a Frank Capra kind of guy. Our first dialog has to be exquisite in every possible way. Now you are looking my way again and I can tell from your smile that you read my mind. Cliches echo in my head as I stand. "I don't even know your name, can I call you mine?" I push that red chair back in and push my self to take those first steps towards yo﻿u.﻿

Chapter 4 - Faith

As beautiful as the human desire for eternal love. My heart is full, your cup is empty. Heads turning, eyes yearning as you move towards the door. Panic suddenly becomes the flavor of the month and in an attempt to open the door for you, I almost knock you over. "Oh, I am so sorry." "Oh that's an unusual name. If you are So Sorry then I am Happy Go-Lucky."

Now I know this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.We both step outside, you smile and point to a red scooter that is parked a cross the street.

"Do you have any plans Mr. Sorry? That red scooter can take you to the Plage Pampelonne in no time." "No plans and no reason to be Sorry anymore. My real name is Erik." "Enchanté, Erik. My name is Faith."

We shake hands and there is a moment of silence… I love silence… Silence is golden if you share it with someone.

You start the engine and when I put my arms around you, I feel life embrace me.

La Plage Pampelonne is wonderful and the rest of the day is filled to overflow with feelings that cannot be described in words. No need to know why you decide to be my everything. All that I know, is that I got to have Faith.​

Chapter 5 - Something

A ray of sunshine finds its way in through the blinds, waking me from one dream into another. There you are, still asleep with that golden hair caressing my shoulder. I can't take my eyes off you. Why should I? There is no place I'd rather be. I lay like this for a while, without making a sound, without moving. Silently wishing for nothing else. I fall back in to the arms of sleep and wake up in the arms of love. Your embrace, your kiss on my forehead, your voice whispering that this is the end. The end of loneliness being the love of my life.

"Let's play Roman Holiday," you say while we're having breakfast on the sun terrace."What do you mean? Please don't cut your hair…"

You cast me one of your lovely smiles. The kind that I wish I could collect and store in a safe place.

"Let's just do whatever comes to mind, living a dream together. What do you dream of, Erik?"

No one has ever asked me that question before. The answer comes out of my mouth before I even think.

"Well, ever since I was a kid I have dreamed of flying in a hot air balloon.""Just wait here for a while."

You walk over to the front desk. I can't hear you, only see you, talking to Sébastien. The receptionist looks at me, writes something down on a piece of paper and hands it over to you. You come back, we finish breakfast and then you take my hand. The rest is a blur.We took a ride in an air balloon, then you wanted ice-cream. Champagne in the afternoon. Your lips they taste like happiness, to me.​

Chapter 6 - Funky Summer

I am waiting for you at Brasserie des Arts. Taking things slow while my heart is beating faster every day. A week has passed, gently like a summer breeze. A summer breeze with a hint of fire and Caron Poivre. I write some words on a blank page to still my staggering heartbeats.

I feel like a foreigner. With Faith in my heart I'm far from Bedsitland, my only home for oh so long. Now loneliness is denied. Our love is undefined, it's the reason why.

Bodies intertwined on dance floors, behind closed doors, as the sunbeams dance on the waves of the sea. I adore life as we know it. “We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.” I don't know why you want me. I don't know why you need me. And I don't care as long as you're here with me.

My train of thoughts stops. A bar somewhere has been playing classic soul tracks for a while and suddenly Tom Brock and "I love you more and more" is replaced by James Brown's Funky Drummer. Quite a contrast. I smile and think to my self that these two songs could be the soundtrack of my life right now. "Funky Summer" is the last word I write cause I can see you coming my way. Tonight I'm gonna take you dancing and I know just the place.​

Chapter 7 - Make Love

I treasure the sounds of nightlife yet to be explored. Hopes and dreams, laughter and love. These sounds remind me of the feeling I used to have as a child, just outside the local amusement park. Hand in hand with a parent or two, anticipating an evening filled with happiness and a taste of the unexpected. Happiness and perhaps the pleasure of daring to try something new.

We walk down the Avenue Paul Signac and I wish you could see your self with my blue eyes. Then you would know just how beautiful you are. Those ember eyes, a glittering prize for anyone looking for the everlasting. I can sense that you are having a hard time taking in my somewhat, over the top, romantic notions. It makes you a bit uncertain, for sure, but I can't help my self. This is how you make me feel. I never paid any attention to lessons about the point of holding back a heart. Guided by neon lights I am taking you to Les Caves du Roy because it defies age and time. Just like my love for you. Outside the entrance of Byblos my aim is true. I'm gonna make you love me, I'm gonna make you need me, tonight...​

Chapter 8 - Friday Night

Sunkissed and sentimental, Chablis on a balcony in summer air. You are taking a shower and I am feeling kind of blue. But it's my kind of blue. The color of love, that bitter sweet uncertainty of not knowing, just feeling. Faith and devotion. I guess I'm feeling like Yves Klein when he found what he was looking for. The nuance that makes all the difference in the world.

Some people believe in life after death. I believe in life before death and I know that we're loving on borrowed time. You know it too. This could be our last night, so lets make it last for a while. You put your arms around me from behind and I turn to you and smile. You got that white Balenciaga dress on and you whisper softly in my ear: - Let's go dancing...​

Chapter 9 - Over

Another train of thoughts… there is no railway station in Saint Tropez. L'aéroport de La Môle is fifteen kilometers south west of the city. Lovers aren't supposed to leave. It's a sign. A stop sign. We must stop, look and listen to what our hearts have decided.

Faith is seeing light with my heart when all my eyes see is darkness. You light up my life, still I'm afraid of what comes next. Home is where the heart is but your home is also in the city of angels.Take my hand and make me feel safe. A safe journey. Better safe than sorry but I am…sorry too. We both are.

Bags are packed under complete silence. Here you are standing before me. Ember eyes and golden hair. Your plane leaves before mine. Will my love ever leave your mind? We had nothing in common until love gave us everything. Everything to lose. I let go of your hand as you pass through security. But my heart won't let go. From here to uncertainty. Forever beating in a pace we shared one summer. I don't want summer to be over. Yet…​

Chapter 10 - The Comeback

L'aéroport de La Môle. "One man on a lonely platform. One case sitting by his side." A poster boy for sad goodbyes. An old romantic fool having trouble finding the right words. I borrow some from someone who also left too soon. The final call.

As I travel in to the unknown, back to what used to be my home, I fill my diary with desire. It hurts, I wish I could hold back, but I don't quite know how. Perhaps those who know how, have a desire weak enough to be restrained? Seat back love. I decide to do what I do best in life, write about what I once had. Cold fluffy clouds on the outside, all fluffy and warm on the inside while thinking about how we first met. I see my self sitting in the lobby of the Hotel Ermitage, pretending to read a magazine. I hear your voice for the first time and I can't take my eyes off you. Velvet skin and eyes of ember. You didn’t notice me at all, but I knew right there and then that It had to be you…Tears roll down as the plane touches the ground.

A lonely cab ride, silent streets and faceless people. I feel distant and that feeling takes over my life for quite a while. The distance between us. Long distance calls. Long days and sleepless nights, wishing you could sing my loneliness to sleep. Everyday life. Every shade of grey life. Life won't do without you. Do you feel the same? You say you do on Skype and it's soothing, but… I see doubt in your eyes. I sense a boundary, a defense line telling me our days are numbered. Last conversation. Our love seemed so elusive. Biting your lip, almost whispering our famous last words:

"Let's just remember what we had. Then our love would be everlasting, just like that dream of yours about hot air balloons used to be, remember?

You told me that you knew you could fulfill that dream any day, and still you chose not to. You said It would be like reading your favorite book for the second time. Still a wonderful experience, without a doubt, but with that magical shimmering of not knowing, forever lost. Let's not get lost."

I went silent. Silent knight in shining armor. Faithless night, cheap wine and a grand piano. Poetic? Pathetic! In the hour of shadows a friend calls. He knows all there is to know about me. He hears harmonies in his head while listening to my words.

"Faith is the soundtrack of your life. A requiem of dreams. Let's turn it in to something real."

So we start writing the songs together. Headphones on, listening to our heartbeats. A phone full of pictures portraying love. A time machine making moments eternal. A heart filled with reasons to live. You make life love me. I write nine chapters trying to capture it all. Hotel Ermitage, Le Café de Paris, a scent of Caron Poivre, La Plage Pampelonne, Les Caves du Roy… It's all coming back to me. If you hear me on the radio. These songs are for you.

Last chapter. Chapter 10. I don't know how to end this thing so I do what I always do when I need to think things through. I travel. Simple minds do simple things. Blue skies outside Fluminco airport. Feeling lonely in a crowded Stazione Termini. A Roman Holiday without romance…

Walking the streets with my mind wandering as well. I got my best suit on so that people won't know how bad I feel. Sitting in a cafe, trying to look like a writer. The end of that last chapter keeps refusing me. What if I don't write it? Will our love be endless, like you said? I close my eyes and suddenly I see my life in a new light.The shimmer of magic is not lost when you know how it feels to fly in a hot air balloon. It's like true love, almost unreal even though you have experienced it one too many times. It's on Piazza della Repubblica I realize that I don't want to live without knowing. Love is more than daring to fall. Love is actually falling, even though you don't really dare. The last four words I write in my diary are these:Come back to me.